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Chapter Twenty

Adam lay in Lucy’s bed, his arm around her waist, her smaller body tucked in close. She was pressed against him from chest to feet, skin warm against his, her dark hair tickling his chin. She’d shoved her feet between his sometime in the night as well. She did that a lot. Two weeks had passed since the night he came to her with her phone and she’d told him the real reason she quit college and what she’d been through.

She’d changed her number and had been extremely picky about who she gave it out to. So far, so good. No messages from Daniel, or his wife, since.

The worry lines that had been there since she came home were gone, and she smiled more. She was changing, becoming more and more like the old Lucy every day. Adam didn’t know if the change in her since she’d opened up to him that night was because of him, or the fact she wasn’t constantly being harassed by her ex and his jealous wife, but he loved it.

Shit, he couldn’t get enough of her.

Neither one had tried to define what was happening between them. He just knew he didn’t like being without her, didn’t like going to bed without her by his side. Dangerous. Who was the reckless one now? But what could he do? The idea of being without her made him physically ache.

She wriggled her butt against his groin and he groaned. She slid her hand over his, twining their fingers together, and, shit, he felt it in the center of his chest.

“You’re awake early,” she mumbled, voice husky and sleepy.

“Yeah.” He had to clear his throat to get the rest out. “You were snoring like a trucker.” A complete lie. Lucy made these cute little breathy noises. This morning she’d even started mumbling in her sleep, something about a kitten, for fuck’s sake. How the hell could he go back to sleep after that? She was fucking adorable and so damn sexy he had to remind himself to breathe when he was in the same room as her.

She shrieked and spun in his arms. “I do not snore!”

“It was like someone was using a chainsaw next to me.” He grinned at her narrowed eyes. “I prefer the snoring over the farts, though.”

Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open.

At the horrified expression on her face, he couldn’t hold in his laughter.

She slapped his chest. “Tell me you’re lying or I’ll…I’ll shave your pubic hair off next time you’re asleep, balls and all, then stick it to your face with superglue.”

He barked out another laugh. “That’s very…specific, almost like you’ve thought about it before.”

Her lips curled into a wicked grin. “Oh, I have. You have no idea the horrors I have up my sleeve.” She gave his chest another light slap. “Now tell me the truth.”

God, he loved this. Playing with her when they woke up. Lucy still naked, pressed up against him. Seeing her laugh. Fuck, she was beautiful. He shook his head. “Fine. You don’t snore.”

“Thank you.” She looked satisfied for a few seconds then jerked in his arms, cheeks turning red. “I do not fart in my sleep.”

He slid his hand over her hip. “Okay, baby. If you say so.”

She poked him in the ribs, scowling. “You better guard the jewels, buster, or you’ll be waking up with a new beard tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t.” He rolled her to her back, trying not to overanalyze the way his heart damn near fluttered at the mention of them spending tonight together. Like it was a given. Like she couldn’t bear to be apart from him either. She threw her head back and burst out laughing when he started tickling her.

“Stop, oh God. I surrender,” she said between shrieks and panted breaths.

She wriggled like mad, rubbing the heat between her smooth thighs against his aching cock. “Look what you’ve gone and done,” he said against her ear. “Now you’ve made me hard. What are you going to do about that? Hmm?”

He stopped tickling and she stared up at him, still breathing heavy. Awareness drifted through her stunning eyes and he got harder.

“What do you want me to do?” she rasped.

He rolled off her onto his back and gripped his erection in his fist. “I want your mouth stretched around me, sucking me until I can’t take it anymore, then I want you to climb on and ride me until we forget our own names.”

A shiver visibly rocked through her, sending his own need higher. Climbing to her hands and knees, she crawled between his legs. “You always have the best ideas.”

He brushed her hair back from her face, fisting it so he wouldn’t miss one second of the show she was about to give him.

Licking her lips, she lifted her eyes to his. “You ready for this?”

Adam still held his dick in his hand and pumped it, grip tight. He wasn’t going to last long with her mouth on him, and if she kept on looking at him like that, it would be over before she even wrapped her lips around him.